Hey Guys! It's been a while, I know, so sorry I've been very busy with school but now that it's over hopefully I can find more time to write! I am back with another story about Leo (shocker). This is going to be a long one and it'll be pretty angsty so here are some warnings about talk about suicide and cutting and PTSD and attempted suicide and all of that. Exactly what it will have, I'm not sure, just be prepared and warned. Hope you guys enjoy this! Please review, follow, and fave!
I shot through the air on a metal dragon, fire surrounding us and burning bright. I could feel the heat, I could actually feel the heat. It was a new sensation but it worried me. If the fire was so hot that I could feel the heat does that mean it was hot enough to burn me? I didn't have time to contemplate that question. The face of Gaea was getting closer and closer. Just a couple more seconds and then we will collide and she will fall back into a long slumber and I- well, I will die.
Yes, I will die. I had been preparing for this moment for weeks. It was my time. I had gone and made the Physicians Curse as an attempt to come back but I had no idea if it would work. It was a chance and hopefully it will bring me back so I could save Calypso from her eternity on exile but it was just a hope. Nothing but a hope.
The air around me got hotter. Smoke filled my lungs. Between the long, white hot flames I could see Gaea's face staring at me in shock. She knew this was the end as well as I did.
Before I knew it I was crashing into her. My metal dragon ran straight into her face with a loud bang. We exploded into oblivion as soon as we touched. The fire grabbed us both, licking us with its flames, claiming my soul and resting hers back into the ground. It burned. Oh it burned so bad. I had never felt anything like this in my entire life. I could feel the heat going through my bones, straight to my core. I was burning up from the inside.
I screamed in agony and I think so did Gaea but I couldn't hear it. I could't hear anything but the ringing in my ears from the explosion. I screamed until my throat was sore and then I screamed some more. This was the most painful thing in my life. My vision was getting blurry, my head pounded. The fire burned so much. Something that I could control, that I was immune to, was killing me. This fire was too much, too strong, I couldn't control it. I wished the pain would stop. I wished the agony was over. I couldn't take it anymore. My body was shutting down, my brain was giving up. I screamed until my vision went black and I stopped breathing and couldn't scream anymore.
The blackness was cold. It was dark and cold. This is how Nico must feel all the time, I couldn't help but think. I didn't like this at all. Dark and cold? That's the exact opposite of what I am. My fire was bright, bold, warm. But it had gotten too warm and it had sent me here, into the bitter darkness. I stared into it waiting for something to appear but nothing did. Instead I heard a voice. A quiet one that could just barely be heard.
"Mijo?"
My eyes turned wide. No, no it couldn't be. It just couldn't.
"Mijo?" It asked again.
"Mamá? Is that you?" I asked into the dark, tears forming in my eyes.
"Mijo! Dónde estas?" The voice rang around me.
"Aquí, Mamá, aquí!" I yelled into the dark reaching out. Tears ran down my face.
"Leo..." the voice said again, lower this time.
"Mamá! No! Where are you? Come back!" I whipped my head around frantically trying to find where the voice was coming from but I couldn't see anything but pitch black. "Where are you?" I yelled again more frantically. I was sobbing. Mi Mamá was here and I couldn't find here. She was so close and I couldn't get to her. I couldn't lose her again. I needed her.
The voice spoke again, just barely above a whisper, "Leo..." The name faded away and was replaced by wind ripping through. The black suddenly turned into bright white and I screamed again as the burning came back. I gripped a cold metal- Festus. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. All I could do was feel the wind whip around me and the cold metal beneath me as I fell through the air, the burning sensation slowly fading and being replaced by fear.